Word: tenders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that "this is I"; But as he grows he gathers much And learns the use of "I" and "me". . . . Apparently we have arrived at a point where it is not necessary for the baby or anyone else to learn the difference between the nominative and accusative cases. ... Is this perhaps a Churchillian bit of undress in order to gain the approval of the masses? . . . Perhaps Churchill's "me" does even include...
...gimlet, and the morals of a beagle") looked pretty Romajean up & down, blinked, licked his lips, and allowed that maybe he could arrange to oblige. So Romajean came to sing in the choir of the Primitive Pentacostal Host Church, and Gudger figured that he had added another tender ewe lamb to his flock. Preacher Gudger's flock was largely old goat and tough mutton: Old Lady Clutiebelle Tippy, Thrash Mancil, Miz Pinniz Nice, Crave Tollett and a few dozen other crackers from the Orange County, Fla. flatwoods...
...Democratic National Chairman was feeling rotten. Bob Hannegan recently had a lot of teeth pulled. Now he was convalescing in the Arizona Biltmore, in Phoenix, with tender gums and a sore throat. The telephone rang, and added to his sufferings a headache from Washington...
London's war-scarred, double-decked buses yielded to the call of spring. Last week they ran in pairs through the crowded streets. The harassed Passenger Transport Board had a new problem: sex. Tender feelings had blossomed between male drivers and their trousered woman ticket takers, who are known as "clippies." Chivalrous drivers, closely following another bus, cut their own passenger loads, thus greatly reducing their clippies' chores. The consequent disruption of schedules and the savage reaction of stranded customers encouraged the P.T.B. to step up the replacement of clippies by male conductors. Romance...
Almost all the sculpture was in clay, uninhibited, unschooled, and surprisingly modern-looking. One figure, which looked like one of Disney's Seven Dwarfs, stood bent-kneed, bat in hand, as if timidly waiting for the next pitch. Another was a subtle, tender caricature of a man's face with the head and body of a fat, droll...